Quick Wear: The host is a jerk again and runs away

Several people cursed softly, quickly adjusted their posture, and engaged in a more intense battle.

The spirits of the gods and statues on this level exude a strong smell of blood and resentment. Their faces are distorted and their eyes are red like flames, as if they are evil spirits returning from hell.

Shi Yuan formed seals with his hands and poured out destructive force, but it could only temporarily dissipate these spirits. In the blink of an eye, they reassembled into shape again, as if they had no sense of pain and were tireless.

Bai Ye swung the giant axe, and every chopped blow was accompanied by the wailing of spirits and splashing of faint light, but the fragments would always quickly gather together and condense into a more ferocious form.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The battle became more and more brutal, and every second tested their limits.

Xue Yi breathed deeply, and wherever the sword light reached, there was a chill. "No, their ordinary strength can't disperse them!"

Wei Fuzhi thought for a moment in the sky and then quickly sent a message.

"Try the fire!"

"Xuan Ming, burn to death!"

The next moment, the mysterious flame from the netherworld of hell ignited in the man's palm.

The most powerful enemy of this mysterious flame is the spiritual body.

As Wei Fu's Xuanming Flame appeared, the entire space seemed to be ignited instantly. The terrifying high temperature caused the air to distort, making crackling sounds.

Those statues and spirits that were originally ferocious and hideous seemed to have seen the most terrifying things in the world. They let out sharp roars and fled in all directions.

However, the Xuanming flame seemed to have life and chased them closely. Wherever it went, the spirits were instantly devoured by the flames and let out desperate wails.

In the flames, the spirit's figure twisted and deformed, and finally turned into nothingness, leaving only wisps of black smoke floating in the air.

The entire space was illuminated red by the mysterious flame, as if doomsday had come. The scene was both terrifying and magnificent.

Bai Ye raised his hand to heal his wounds, and looking at the statues surrounded by the Mysterious Flame, he murmured:

"As expected of the Lord of the Netherworld..."

"This should be the legendary Mysterious Flame, which can only be summoned by the Lord of the Underworld. When it burns, all souls are annihilated, and when it burns, everything becomes empty."

The group gathered together and finally had a chance to catch their breath.

Xue Yi smiled lightly, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and sighed, "There is still strength in numbers. I should have brought Xiao Jing and the others in secretly earlier."

Jiang Shouyu stood beside her, raised his hand and gently tapped her forehead. Soon, an extremely pure force surrounded the snow and penetrated into her limbs and bones.

He asked gently, "Are there any better ones?"

He was a little worried when he saw her pale face. She was already affected by the backlash and she must be very tired after overdrawing too much strength at once and was just holding on.

Xue Yi slowed down, feeling the power flowing through her body, and said jokingly:

"I didn't expect that Young Master Jiang is still a national server assistant."

Jiang Shouyu looked puzzled, "What does assist mean?"

"What does national service mean?"

"It's okay, it's a compliment to you." Xue Yi waved her hand, not wanting to explain in detail.

As the screams gradually faded away, the turmoil on the second floor finally subsided.

The few people finally breathed a sigh of relief. This place was very strange. It was said to be a place for sacrifice, but until now they had not seen the real sacrificial temple.

For now, they had to consider the truth of the high priest's words.

How much true, how much false?

Obviously, it is useless to say any more at this point.

Suddenly, the space on the second layer began to tremble violently. The broken shells of the statues turned into points of light and dissipated. Then, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force and began to disintegrate rapidly.

The ground beneath their feet surged again, and the sharp stone spikes grew wildly like blooming black lotuses, reaching the sky, forcing them to continue upwards.

There was a flash of light and everyone only saw a blur before their eyes. When they stepped on the ground again, they were in a completely different scene.

This is still a temple, but the air is filled with a peaceful atmosphere that is completely different from the previous two floors.

The golden sunlight shines through the stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows, coating everything in the temple with a warm and sacred glow.

The statue is solemn and kind, with endless compassion and wisdom in his eyes, as if he could cleanse all the sins and sufferings in the world.

"This... should be the real place for sacrifice." Emperor Chen murmured, looking at the long avenue thoughtfully.

This place made him feel warm and familiar.

Stepping into this real sacrificial hall, Xue Yi and others couldn't help but slow down their pace, as if they were afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility and holiness.

Inside the hall, the space is shockingly vast, with a towering dome that seems to reach the sky. Tens of thousands of statues stand in an orderly manner in the hall, each of which is carved to be lifelike, shining with golden light, and emitting a soft and solemn glow.

These statues are either closing their eyes in contemplation or overlooking all living things. Their postures are varied, and all of them reveal transcendence and compassion.

The light passes through the statues, casting mottled shadows, making the hall look mysterious and solemn. The air is filled with a faint fragrance, which makes people feel peaceful, as if all the fatigue and pain are comforted at this moment.

In the place of sacrifice, only those who can survive the dangers below are qualified to offer sacrifice.

Emperor Chen closed his eyes and concentrated, the aura around him produced a strange resonance with the tens of thousands of statues.

As the main god of this generation, this was the first time he felt this wonderful feeling.

What made him feel that he was not alone was that each of these tens of thousands of statues represented a main god.

If he dies one day, he will also be included here.

At this moment, he seemed to hear an ancient call, which was a connection from the depths of his soul. A warm and powerful force surged into his heart, guiding him in the direction.

He slowly opened his eyes, with determination and holiness flashing in them.

He took out an exquisite jade bottle from his arms and gently pulled out the cork. A drop of crystal clear blood floated out of the bottle, carrying with it his dignity and determination as the main god of this term.

He raised his hands slightly, and the drop of blood from his heart turned into a red light, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and then with a light "pop" sound, it exploded into countless tiny blood beads and sprinkled on the statues everywhere.

Emperor Chen's blood turned into tiny dots of light, lightly touching each statue.

Suddenly, golden light shone brightly in the temple. Thousands of statues seemed to be awakened, with soft light in their eyes, which resonated deeply with Emperor Chen.

As the golden light flowed, the statues moved slowly, leaving a straight passage to the end with an ancient and mysterious rhythm.

On both sides of the passage, the statues of gods shine with golden light, like guardian guards, exuding a solemn and warm atmosphere.

At the end of the passage, a door slowly opens, and a soft white light shines through the door, hazy and mysterious, as if connecting to another unknown world, inspiring endless reverie.

The man took back the bottle and took Xueyi's hand, "Let's go to the next place."